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I take a deep breath and wait. My wrists are tied to the posts on the bed. My knees are bent and my ass is just there. Waiting for Tyrant.

My ankles have been strapped down to the bed with a leather strap that attaches to special hooks on the sides of the bed. This is intense. This is hot. I’m shaking and I’m soaked.

“I’m here,lover,” Tyrant’s voice growls.

That’s what he calls me now. I’m not hisclaimed oneanymore. I’m hislover. God, it’s so fucking sexy to hear him say it too.

Tyrant climbs onto the bed behind me. His hands touch my ass cheeks, kneading and spreading. Thumbs teasing my forbidden hole. Rubbing and pressing, opening me little by little. He spits. I feel his spit hit me back there and his thumbs spread and press some more.

He uses one hand to take the blindfold off me. I look back at him. Pure muscle. Fury. Desire. Hatred. Anger. Lust. Every terrible fucking emotion you can think of, that’s what Tyrant is. And I want all of it. I need all of it.

He drops down and I feel his breath against my hole. The tip of his tongue touches, flirts, circles around. I pucker and groan. He’s really back there… licking…

His tongue thrusts, gently opening me, leaving me groaning. It’s such a foreign feeling, yet it sends such warm pulses elsewhere throughout my body. He kisses up to my lower back and positions himself behind me, lining his cock up against my pussy, thrusting deep.

He’s like an animal in need of mating. He just takes and fucks. His hands cup my breasts. His fingers play with the nipple piercing he gave to me.

I scream as once again a healthy mix of pain and pleasure collide, sending my body over the edge into orgasmic pulsing. Anymore, when I start to come, I can’t stop. It’s not just one after another. It’s just endless. Completely and totally fucking endless.

Tyrant pulls back, taking his cock from my body. His right hand smacks across my right ass cheek with a loud slap. He then grabs my ass and opens me.

The second the tip of his cock touches, I groan and exhale, knowing I need to relax and prepare. He presses forward, taking me from behind, forcing my ass to accept him. It feels so fucking good. It sends my body spiraling.

“Squeeze and take my cum,” Tyrant says. “I want you dripping cum from your ass when we face thelegion.”

He thrusts deeper and I cry out. I love the feeling of him back there, inside me. That forbidden lust and slight confusion always seems to make me feel, which is always encapsulated by the rush of pleasure I feel when his cock hits all the right spots back there,making my pussy throb, keeping me in that permanent state of orgasmic bliss.

Tyrant fucks my ass until he comes. He holds himself deep inside me and I feel him pulsing. I feel his cum back there, warm and thick, clinging where it should not necessarily be.

He pulls my hair, stretching my neck back. His left hand grabs my throat. He arches his back and lowers his mouth down to mine with an aggressive kiss.

“God, I fucking love you, Serafina,” he growls into my mouth.

He kisses me again and keeps fucking my ass. I’ve reached the depths of hell where it truly feels like heaven.

And I’m perfectly okay spending the rest of my life here.

Chapter Forty-Five

TYRANT

She stepsinto the room dressed in all white, wearing a white mask. The rest of us are in our robes and masks. Thelegionwaits next to the throne where Luc sits wearing his gold mask.

Candles are lit, hundreds of them, in front of the throne in a long line and then a large circle, which Serafina steps into.

This is not our wedding. I wish it was. I want to fucking marry her right here. Right now. I also want to tear that fucking robe off her body and fuck her in front of everyone.

Luc stands up from the throne. Serafina pauses at the center of the circle. With the signal of his hand, thelegionall take their masks off.

Elders.Some much older than others. My father is in the mix.

He has yet to look at me. He knows he was part of this fucking disaster that almost cost Serafina her life. He also twisted up Luc’s head by telling him that he faked Danielle’s death to protect me. He felt I would have chased after Danielle and fucked things up more than they already were.

Maybe he’s right. Family is a complicated mess.

My father has his golden boy right next to him. He wears the golden mask and sits on the throne. I will forever be the bastard.The mistake. Forever be haunted with being told I should have been a load of cum dropped onto my mother’s back. I can live with that. I can live with all the pain in existence if I know it gets me Serafina.

“Remove your mask,” Luc says to Serafina.

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